We continue to compare certain personality types with corresponding animals, and this time the lyrics describe the behavior of a "dog" 🐕 English was chosen because of the specific vocals qualities, and also to add some variety😁 I want to immediately thank ☠️ᏃᎬᏒᎾᏔ☠️ for all the experience shared with me in creating a unique atmosphere in tracks 🙏🫂 She create a half of this prompt 🫡 ❗https://suno.com/@cptjackzerow❗ And of course, a huge thank you to RVersion for the collaboration and he's unforgettable lyrical style 🤝🔥 ❗https://suno.com/@rversion❗ __________________ For everyone, For everyone To be good for everyone [cumalot] You must maintain a decent guise, Trying to please, your self denies, Authentic... we meet and parch our gums with lies, (Since loneliness is just too hard to bear), Inside we're screaming - fuck off, fool, don't care, Though from the outside, it looks comical and rare... In a world where every infant floats up high, Sings they own these catacombs, they testify, Amorphous beings, failing to comprehend, They're just the miscarried souls society won't defend. Ears up, eyes wide, watch me deploy Roll over these haters, still a good boy Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Beggin’ for the corpse bag, fetchin’ all the joy Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Still chasin' bones, but I’m self-employed [RVersion] With your foot, I behave like a good boy This fire is incomparable to your destiny Your gates are open, come in anyone... I'll stab you without foreplay or caresses On the way home.... You bite off your own legs You can be really strict Self-flagellation on the spot You beat yourself - you're a circus freak You don't go out in the cold You'll die naked in the underpass A woolen prison excursion You depend on interest rates The hypocrisy of the people Better hunger than abortions You run away to work Early in the morning from your family So there are no questions Of an atypical pig. Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Beggin’ for the corpse bag, fetchin’ all the joy Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Still chasin' bones, but I’m self-employed In your duplicity and autism (Take this healthy enema) On every street where the TV is on There's a chance to lose your beloved visa At every gas station, in the park on a bench In the men's locker room at the psychiatrist's You can't find your port Welcome to the target escort They fuck you without a condom Collect my shit in this park in a basket Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Beggin’ for the corpse bag, fetchin’ all the joy Will be a good boy, yeah, will be a good boy Still chasin' bones, but I’m self-employed YOU'RE caught red-handed rubbing your balls Against the curtain, fuck, that's interesting...
